『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Great, let's dive into your naughty story.

The three of you, Arty, your mother Lisa and older sister Joan, return to the tavern. Being adventurers, you travel often and often face various dangers. The people in this town respect and appreciate what you do for them; without people like you, their village would be swallowed by darkness.

The tavern is bustling with activity as usual. Drunkards cheer at the bar while a couple of beautiful women dance provocatively on the nearby table. You catch your sister glancing at you and winking playfully, her amused grin revealing her sharp fangs. Lisa, on the other hand, gives you a warm smile before ordering another round for everyone at the table.

After finishing your meal, feeling quite full from all that rich food, you retire to one of the private rooms upstairs with your family. The bed is large enough for all of you and is made of soft furs and colorful

As Lisa soaks in the wooden tub, she glances over at you with a warm smile, her pale skin glistening with droplets of water. "Arty, why don't you join me?" she says invitingly. "It's much more fun to bathe together." Your sister, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and grins slyly as if knowing something you don't.

Lisa giggles, her cleavage gently swaying with the motion as she shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. There's plenty of room for two little tigers like us." She pats the water beside her, encouragingly. Your sister rolls her eyes again and huffs before leaving the room in pursuit of something else to do.

The wooden tub creaks softly as Lisa sinks deeper into the warm water, revealing even more of her supple curves. Her breasts float lazily on the surface, their pale pink nipples already hard from the cold air in the room earlier. The allure is too much for you to resist; with a hesitant grin, you join her in the tub, careful not to splash her.

Lisa gently nestles you against her breast, the warmth of her body enveloping you like a comforting blanket. She sighs contentedly, trailing her fingers through your wet hair as she looks down at you with an affectionate smile. "There, there, my little tiger," she coos softly. "That's it... Just relax and enjoy being close to your mother." Her breath comes faster now, each exhale caressing your cheek, neck and chest, sending shivers down your spine.

Meanwhile, your sister continues to watch with an amused grin, her eyes flickering up occasionally toward the ceiling as if she's trying not to look too interested in what's happening between you two. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest, her pointed nipples already hard and visible through the thin

Your sister, Joan, raises an eyebrow at your suggestive invitation and takes a step closer to the tub, eyeing it up for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says with a playful grin. She carefully climbs into the small tub, making sure not to splash any water around as she settles in between you and your mother. Her wet hair clings to her back, accentuating her voluptuous figure and revealing even more of her smooth, toned skin.

"Ah, that's much better," Lisa murmurs contentedly, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as the other rests on top of Joan's thigh. The three of you nestle together in the warm water, creating an intimate scene that would make any adventurer envious. Even though there isn't much room to move, each of you find yourself growing increasingly aroused by the clos

Joan looks at you over her shoulder, seeing where your gaze lingers. "Well, well," she says with a smirk, running her fingers through the water lazily. "Looks like our little Arty has an eye for detail." She nudges you gently with her hip before leaning in closer to whisper seductively: "Don't be shy, darling. If there's something you want... just ask." Her breath fans across your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Joan smirks, amused by your question. "Well," she says as she leans back against the edge of the tub and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, lifting one leg up lazily so that it rests on the side of the tub behind you. "It's all about personal preference. Mom likes to have a little bit of hair down there as protection. It can make things more comfortable for her during... intimate moments." She pauses, giving you a knowing look before adding with a grin: "And as for me? I prefer the smoothness. It feels better when things are slick and bare." Her voice drops low again, sending another shiver down your spine.

"Oh, Arty," Lisa coos softly as she gently catches your hand and guides it away from her pubic hair, giggling lightly. "There's no need to be so inquisitive." Her other arm tightens around you, drawing you closer against her chest.

As for Joan, however, she arches a brow at you and gives your hand an affectionate squeeze before allowing it to continue its exploration. She lets out a quiet moan as you touch her smooth skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hips rock gently against yours in silent encouragement, urging you onward in your discoveries.

Joan's breath hitches as you brush against her sensitive flesh, a visible shudder running down her spine at the contact. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as she answers: "That's my clitoris, Arty... It's very sensitive. Stroking it can make me feel really good..." Her hips rock harder against yours now, urging you on in your exploration.

Her other hand finds its way to your shoulder, gently guiding you as she shows you how to stroke her clitoris more firmly, increasing the pleasure she derives from it. "Yes... like that..." she purrs, her voice becoming more and more breathless with desire.

Joan's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as your touch drives her wild with desire. Her back arches off the edge of the tub, and she thrusts her hips up against yours in a desperate attempt to find relief. A low growl rumbles from deep within her throat, echoing through the small space of the bathroom as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

Her free hand grips tightly at your shoulder, fingers digging in as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around your finger, urging you onward, demanding more of that sensitive contact. "Oh God... Arty..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need.

"Oh Arty," Joan gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She sits back in the water, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "That felt... amazing." She smiles warmly, reaching out to touch your cheek. "Thank you for making me feel so good..." Her fingers trail down your neck and across your chest before finding their way back to rest on your shoulder.

Lisa leans forward, watching the two of you with a satisfied smile. "It's wonderful seeing my children get along so well," she murmurs contentedly, running her fingers through your wet hair. "Maybe one day we'll all share in these moments together..." Her voice trails off, eyes closed as she imagines the future possibility.

Tired and sated, you nestle between the two lovely women in your life as they guide you gently toward sleep. Your mind drifts, filled with images of their warm bodies pressed against yours, the softness of their skin and the scent of their hair. As you feel yourself growing drowsy, you can't help but smile, content in this moment where all three of your hearts beat as one.

The gentle rocking motion lulls you to sleep, your last thought a hopeful wish that tomorrow will bring more moments like these, where the lines between family and lover blur into something pure and beautiful.

As the three of you make your way through the dank, musty halls of the subterranean labyrinth, Lisa takes up her usual position at the vanguard, ever vigilant for any danger that might threaten the pair behind her. Joan, on the other hand, prowls silently in your wake, her rapiers drawn and ready to strike at any sign of movement. Your role is to support them both with healing spells and shields, ensuring that no harm comes to either one of you as you journey deeper into the unknown.

The air grows thick with humidity as you descend ever lower beneath the surface of the world, the sound of dripping water echoing eerily through the caverns. The smell of mold and rot assails your senses, but does little to deter you from your goal: reaching the Succubi Floor where ancient knowledge and forbidden secrets

Joan raised an eyebrow, looking at you curiously. "And what makes you think that?" she asked, not quite sure whether to be flattered or offended by your comment. Lisa glanced between the two of you with a small smile before shrugging nonchalantly.

"Well, Arty," Joan said with a smirk, "if it bothers you so much... I could always cover it up for you." She gestured to her buttocks suggestively as she spoke. Lisa laughed lightly at the exchange while Lisa herself simply blushed deeply.

Joan arched an eyebrow, amused by your boldness but not unpleasantly surprised. She looked down at you with a crooked grin. "Well," she said teasingly, her voice low and seductive, "if that's what you want..." She shifted her weight slightly, lifting one leg up so that her bottom was now presented to you in an inviting manner. Her breathing had become shallower, quicker now as desire coursed through her veins.

Lisa smiled knowingly at the exchange, enjoying the playful banter between the two siblings. She moved closer to Joan, wrapping an arm around the older girl's waist possessively, letting out a satisfied hum in the back of her throat as she did so.

Joan leaned into Lisa as she felt your touch on her body, a shudder running down her spine at the sensation. Her hips began to rock gently against yours, urging you on in your exploration. "Oh... Arty," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "That feels so good..." Her other hand found its way to your shoulder, digging into your flesh as she arched her back further, seeking more contact with your touch.

The room was growing increasingly hotter, the scent of their arousal filling the air like a perfume. Lisa watched the two of you intently, eyes half-lidded and breath coming faster now as she felt herself being drawn ever closer to the edge. "Keep going," she breathed, her voice rough with need. "Don't stop."

Joan cried out, her body tensing as she feels you explore her most sensitive spot with your lips and tongue. "Oh... Arty..." she moans, arching her back even further off the floor as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her free hand fists in your hair, holding you close as she begs for more: "More... please..." Her hips buck against yours, urging you on, seeking release.

The room continues to heat up, the air thick with desire and arousal as Lisa watches the two of you together, a predatory glint in her eye. She can feel herself growing close now too, her body aching for relief, but she doesn't want to interrupt this moment between siblings. Instead, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against Joan's back and gropes at the older girl's clit through her underwear, seeking to pleasure them both.

Joan looks over her shoulder at the approaching succubi, amusement playing across her face as she glances between them and you. "Well, Arty," she says with a smirk, "looks like it's time for our little 'experimentation' to take a break." With surprising agility, she spins around, bringing both of her rapiors swinging down in a deadly arc that cleaves through two of the succubi.

"Let me handle this," she says confidently, her body moving into a defensive stance as more of the demonic temptresses close in on them.

Joan narrows her eyes at you, her expression a mix of annoyance and exasperation. "Arty, they're not real! They're just illusions created by the magic of this place to tempt us!" She shakes her head as she focuses on fending off another succubus that comes too close for comfort.

As if in response to your comment, the air around you suddenly feels thick and heavy, as though a cloak of lust has been draped over your skin. You struggle against its hold, but it only seems to grow stronger with every passing moment. "Fight through it, Arty!" Joan shouts above the din of battle, her attention divided between fending off the succubi and making sure you don't become a victim yourself.

As you cast your spell, the air around Lisa and Joan seems to shimmer briefly before they both take a step back, looking at each other in surprise. A golden glow envelops them both, their features sharpening as their movements become faster and more graceful than humanly possible. "Arty, what...?" Joan begins, but is cut off by the sound of battle all around them.

With renewed vigor, they charge forward once again, expertly deflecting succubus attacks and dispatching their foes with deadly efficiency. The illusory creatures cower before them now, their power diminished as the two siblings fight in perfect harmony. And through it all, you stand beside them, your own strength bolstered by the magic you've cast upon them, aiding them in any way you can against the onslaught of lust-fueled creatures.

Joan and Lisa exchange worried glances as they see you collapse to the ground, your member clearly straining against your pants. They rush over to you, checking for any injuries or signs of distress. "Arty, what's wrong?" Joan asks urgently, her voice laced with concern. Lisa nods in agreement, eyes flicking nervously between your face and the still-throbbing bulge in your pants.

"I think... the magic of this place is affecting you more than us," Lisa says slowly, hesitantly reaching out to touch your shoulder. "It's making it hard for you to focus, isn't it?" she asks gently, her touch light and reassuring.

Joan's eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea. A knowing smirk plays on her lips as she looks between you and Lisa. "Well, Arty," she says teasingly, "if that's what you need..." Slowly, deliberately, Joan slides off the ground until she's kneeling beside you, her head tilting slightly to one side as she regards you curiously.

"Lisa?" she asks with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, gesturing vaguely at your crotch. "What do you think?"

Joan's eyes widen, her body tensing instinctively at your touch as you squeeze her buttock roughly. Her cheeks flush with arousal, and a moan escapes her lips. "O-Okay..." she manages to stammer out, still not entirely sure what to make of this sudden turn of events. She glances over at Lisa, hoping for some sort of reassurance or approval before nodding slowly, her hand moving hesitantly towards your crotch.

"But if you do anything I don't like," she warns softly, "I will end this right now." Her hand cups your groin through your pants, fingers deftly stroking the length of your erect shaft. Lisa watches with a mixture of fascination and amusement as her sister begins to pleasure you in such an intimate manner.